Billy Bragg/Lisa Miller: "Reason To Believe"
let there be songs to fill the air
the old man looks out to the island
he says this place is endless thin
there's no real distance here to mention
we might all fall in, all fall in
no distance to the spirits of the living
no distance to the spirits of the dead
and as he turned his eyes were shining
and he proudly said, he proudly said
i feel so near to the howling of the winds
i feel so near to the crashing of the waves
i feel so near to the flowers in the fields
i feel so near
1963 Newport Folk Festival
"they complain in the East that they're paying too high
they say that your ore ain't worth digging
it's much cheaper down in the South American towns
where the miners work almost for nothing
so the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted
the room smelled heavy from drinking
and the sad silent song made the hours twice as long
as I waited for the sun to go sinking"
living is a gamble, baby
loving's much the same
wherever i have played
wherever i've thrown them dice
wherever i have played
the blues have run the game
--jackson c. frank (from "blues run the game ")